Spending half the night in a reclining garden chair in the living room isn’t much, but I doubt you could call it sleep deprivation. I did, however, notice an unusual state of euphoria that might suggest my brain is starting to release extra dopamine to compensate for the fatigue, which makes me feel strangely energetic—it’s not even noon yet, and I’ve already written four poems—which is often followed by a crash. I’m so not looking forward to that. The visit was fun, though.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
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